A new day. As quickly as he had been dragged onto the island, he had been draw away. In a violent storm, one that ravaged the monsters-once-friends who had been pursing him. Howling winds had flayed the skin from their bones, until the sea had reached up and pulled him back unde, it's black depths eventually offering him tormented sleep. He wished it hadn't given him back up.
A new beach. A suspicion in the back of his mind. This one smelled different, familiar. The winds held the same scent he had known in the land he had traveled to with his brother, though with a sulfur edge. His brother... Hod! Oh gods, where was his brother? The splashed stallion surged to his feet, intent on finding the boy. But he had been gone so long... for though only a month had passed in Beqanna, two years had gone by on the island. Bragi did not know that his brother was only just settling in to his new home, miles away. What he did know, now, was that he could not see.
Growing up with Hod, Bragi was familiar with blindness. Not from the perspective of the blind, though. Not with the knowledge that he could stare as long as he wanted, but he could not make the sky appear. He could not see the sand he knew to be beneath his feet, nor the trees he heard wind blowing through not far off. His sight was gone, stolen by whatever demonic entity had seen fit to torment him. One last act of dominance over a plaything that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His head ached, he noticed. A jabbing pain between the eyes, that he'd only just come to acknowledge, though it had been there since he woke up on this warm shore.
A surge of loss and pain and heartache overcame him, brought him to his knees. Brair was gone. He had no doubts of that. But he had been real, they all had. Bragi took note of another ache, the patch of bare flesh where Alya had torn his skin away in her demented attack. The shoulder was stiff, sea salt making the injury smart and sting. It was his token of the reality. Oh, but if his head would only stop it's pounding! If only he could see, or just know where the sea had placed him this time?! Bitter tears pooled in his unknowing eyes. He was ragged and damaged and lost. But he had to make a choice.
A new direction. He wanted to be away from the hateful water. Did not want to risk it's curiously again, and be dragged beneath to some new hell. Nose dropped nearly to the ground, an attempt at navigation, he took his first plodding steps. Not knowing where to, he had long forgotten the place he and his brother had been heading with the little ice winged girl. He instead turned his back to the rushing waves, a matted, tangled far cry from the golden man he once was. The only way he cared to go was away from the sea. Anything that came after would be a blessing.
A new beach. A suspicion in the back of his mind. This one smelled different, familiar. The winds held the same scent he had known in the land he had traveled to with his brother, though with a sulfur edge. His brother... Hod! Oh gods, where was his brother? The splashed stallion surged to his feet, intent on finding the boy. But he had been gone so long... for though only a month had passed in Beqanna, two years had gone by on the island. Bragi did not know that his brother was only just settling in to his new home, miles away. What he did know, now, was that he could not see.
Growing up with Hod, Bragi was familiar with blindness. Not from the perspective of the blind, though. Not with the knowledge that he could stare as long as he wanted, but he could not make the sky appear. He could not see the sand he knew to be beneath his feet, nor the trees he heard wind blowing through not far off. His sight was gone, stolen by whatever demonic entity had seen fit to torment him. One last act of dominance over a plaything that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. His head ached, he noticed. A jabbing pain between the eyes, that he'd only just come to acknowledge, though it had been there since he woke up on this warm shore.
A surge of loss and pain and heartache overcame him, brought him to his knees. Brair was gone. He had no doubts of that. But he had been real, they all had. Bragi took note of another ache, the patch of bare flesh where Alya had torn his skin away in her demented attack. The shoulder was stiff, sea salt making the injury smart and sting. It was his token of the reality. Oh, but if his head would only stop it's pounding! If only he could see, or just know where the sea had placed him this time?! Bitter tears pooled in his unknowing eyes. He was ragged and damaged and lost. But he had to make a choice.
A new direction. He wanted to be away from the hateful water. Did not want to risk it's curiously again, and be dragged beneath to some new hell. Nose dropped nearly to the ground, an attempt at navigation, he took his first plodding steps. Not knowing where to, he had long forgotten the place he and his brother had been heading with the little ice winged girl. He instead turned his back to the rushing waves, a matted, tangled far cry from the golden man he once was. The only way he cared to go was away from the sea. Anything that came after would be a blessing.